I woke up feeling horny, he is still sleeping. I go to the bathroom, piss, make my coffee, drink a beer, smoke some cigarettes. Then I eat something, ...rink a bit of water and go outside to smoke. He is still sleeping and I'm still horny. I then drink a shot of a spirit and continue to smoke. By this time he has had about six or seven hours to sleep, he usually sleeps for twelve hours. My cock feels like going inside of something, I want to fuck now. I just can't get enough of his ass..He sleeps. Jacques steel axe blade glancing off of his helmet. He feebly swung his own axe, which bounced off Le Gris armored shoulder. The two men kept their horses side-by-side, exchanging blows with the axes. Each man blocked or parried most blows. A few landed but did no damage, unable to penetrate the heavy plate armor. Le Gris changed tactics and urged his horse away, separating himself from his opponent to get a running start.They both charged again, almost at the same time. Jacques raised his axe. Jake walked up to Amber's battered little Civic. Why didn't she have abetter car? He paid her enough, didn't he? He ignored catcalls from someof the plant workers. Did Amber have to put up with them all the time?He'd have to ask her. There was a roar and he saw Amber zoom by in hisPorsche, wearing a big shit eating grin. He sighed enviously. It wasweird; he felt his large breasts strain against the bra. 'I - no, SHE -really has some bra busters,' he thought. The car didn't want to start,but. “I’ll set things up, come join me in Studio North when they can’t handle the Sisyphos.I was almost dumb enough to ask my brother to wait up. I hated chasing after my brother, partly because that was the cause of so many elementary school beatings. I frowned.“You don’t think Mel’ll be upset? She really seemed to take ownership of this place.” I worried. He looked back, flipped me the bird.“She’s your whore, this is your building.” He slammed the door. I was unable to have the worry fester. I had.